All the other boats are fine
They all get tied up at night
Or lifted above the choppy water
So comfortable
In their casual talk
Warm in their slickers
Two older boats take the eddy
Commanding the waters
Children, real children
Dive off of the dock
There's a bald spot
It's where I lay
The lake freezes over
They've forgotten me again
My wooden sides split
My paint bubbles
They argue over who forgot
While the damage doubles
Spring comes
All the boats are new
The old boats are new
The new boats are new
I am not new
What I would give to be new
I have no sail to raise
I am dependent on them
The fuel I need
Is withheld for cigarettes and fast food
I'll lay on the bald spot
Forgotten
Until they remember
And lay the blame on anything
But themselves